The writer- an original poem by avsongbird

 

The Writer

an original poem by avsongbird

 

 

I exist within those pages

For those who would dare

to take a look.

 

I am the words

That flow through my veins

And whirl like a

Maelstrom behind my eyes.

 

I am the black and the white

That lies in wait

Between the covers.

And when those words are read,

 

I am the artist

Without a paintbrush

That paints the universe

Upon the canvas of your mind.

 

I beckon you with

Silent whispers.

I call you out to play

With each stroke of my pen.

Then when you close the book

And tuck me safely away,

I return you to your world again.